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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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noun

Agreement; harmony; conformity; compliance.

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The youth possessed him then of a crooked blade

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John Crowe Ransom·1888–1974
e fingered it well, and found it cunningly made,But strange apparatus was it for a Carmelite. Then he sat upon a hill and hung his head,Riddling, riddling, lost in a vast surmise, So still that he likened himself unto those dead,Whom the kites of heaven solicited with sweet cries. 35